Brothers Bid Farewell to the Mortal World and Embark on the Path to Immortality!

Behind the dense forest on a distant slope, a gray figure took in the entire scene.

Jian Chen, uneasy, had quietly followed, only to witness Han Feng killing a man with a flying sword.

He stood frozen, as if struck by lightning.

A flying sword?

That was a realm beyond mortal martial skills.

"Could it be... an immortal cultivator?"

In Jian Chen's mind, a long-buried memory violently surfaced.

Decades ago, his master—the undisputed legend of Jingzhou's martial world—had died abruptly shortly after a trip.

His body and head were separated.

When the three senior brothers examined the corpse, they found only a smooth, clean cut at the neck, with no other wounds.

The wound seemed not caused by a blade, but severed in an instant by some invisible sharp weapon.

With their master's skill at the time, who in the world could kill him in one move without giving him time to react?

From then on, the three truly understood that there were always greater powers beyond.

That was why, even after their martial skills had reached their peak, they never advocated for the Seven Profound Sect to expand.

They always maintained reverence and restraint.

So, their master had died at the hands of an immortal cultivator.

Jian Chen stared at the distant young figure standing with hands behind his back, his heart a mix of emotions—shock, awe, and a hint of understanding.

He didn't step forward to greet him.

Mortals and immortals were from two different worlds.

He silently turned, his figure leaping away in a few bounds, vanishing into the sea of trees as if he had never been there.

Inside the pavilion.

Han Feng finished dealing with Immortal Master Lin's Storage Bag, stowed the spoils, then looked at Li Feiyu, who was still lost in a daze.

Han Li also sheathed the Blood-colored Long Saber, walked over to Li Feiyu, and patted his shoulder, but didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere among the three became incredibly strange and heavy.

The Wild Wolf Gang's high-ranking members were almost entirely wiped out, and Vice Sect Master Wu and Jian Chen led the cleanup of the remaining scattered forces.

When the three returned to the Seven Profound Sect, they were greeted by thunderous cheers.

But Li Feiyu couldn't force a smile.

That night.

At Li Feiyu's residence, the three gathered for the only time to drink together.

"Come! Drink! We're celebrating today!"

Li Feiyu raised his wine bowl, laughing loudly, and enthusiastically refilled Han Feng's and Han Li's bowls.

"Brother Feng, Han Li, in this life, I, Li Feiyu, am lucky to have you two as brothers—it's worth it!"

He gulped down bowl after bowl, as if trying to drown all his worries in the fiery liquor.

He laughed, talking about the great name he would make in the martial world.

He talked about having many children with Zhang Xiuer, about how they would still fight for justice together in the future.

But as he spoke, a barely perceptible sob crept into his laughter.

"From now on... from now on, us brothers, we'll still..."

He started a sentence but couldn't finish it, only gulping down another bowl of wine.

Finally, he laughed with immense joy, yet tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

He slumped onto the table, drunk, still mumbling.

"Good brothers... for life..."

Han Feng and Han Li watched him silently, neither speaking.

Immortals and mortals were worlds apart.

From the moment they set foot on the path of cultivation, this day was inevitable.

This might be the last time the three brothers stood shoulder to shoulder.

After a long while.

Han Li broke the silence.

"Brother Feng, I'll be leaving this place in a few days."

Han Feng looked at him.

"The yin poison is about to flare up. I need to go to the Mo Family in Lanzhou to find the Warm Sun Treasure Jade." Han Li's plan was clear.

"Mm." Han Feng nodded.

He then spoke: "Brother Li, on this trip to Lanzhou, be careful in all things."

"In a few months, deep in the mountains within Lanzhou, there will be a gathering of Rogue Cultivators. You could go take a look then—maybe trade for some things you need..."

Han Li listened and nodded solemnly.

He knew almost nothing about the Immortal Cultivation World, so the chance to attend a real gathering of cultivators was something he wouldn't pass up.

"Brother Feng," Han Li suddenly suggested, "let's leave together in two days. I want... to go back to Han Family Village and take a look."

Han Feng paused briefly, then nodded.

"Alright."

It was time to go back and see.

He had crossed over into this world, and though he had no deep emotional ties to the family of this body, he had still taken over the original's identity.

Ever since he joined the Seven Profound Sect, he had sent all his stipend silver back home through others. The family's poverty had long since been turned around.

Now, about to embark on a journey with an uncertain future, going back for one look would at least settle this worldly attachment.

Two days later, early morning.

Han Feng came alone to the residence of Sect Master Wang Juechu.

When Wang Juechu saw Han Feng arrive, a smile spread across his face, but behind that smile lurked a complex and lonely feeling hard to put into words.

"Master, I've come to bid you farewell." Han Feng bowed and got straight to the point.

Wang Juechu wasn't surprised. He let out a long sigh.

"After Martial Uncle Ancestor Sword Dust returned, he told me everything."

Han Feng understood in his heart. Back then, he had sensed Martial Uncle Ancestor Sword Dust's presence and guessed that he had seen the scene of him controlling the flying sword.